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Seeing the Forest Through the Trees

  I am not small! Screams the amoeba in my mind stoic trees hearing my plea Is anything real? The sentinels guarding heaven just stare and have no pity Why am I here? As I sink to my knees fucking trees remorseless in their apathy the forest weighing pain by a scale omitting man I carve my name in the bark hoping someone might remember the fight If I were a tree could I see god?

That I Might Hold Once More

  That I Might Hold Once More Stretching out for endless miles, the road whispering my desires. I follow to the ends of the world, traveling on the wings of fate. Drawn as if against my will, my first steps taken in fear, I race the heavens, hoping to catch the sun, faster and faster still, until life is blurred by speed Time turns inside out, the clock of heaven breaking, cities fall and are remade, only to fall again Traversing eons, I see suns die, and galaxies born, gathering stars in the palm of my hand, I hold the beating heart of the sun My humanity slipping away, becoming one with the cosmic expanse, losing the last tattered shreds of me, light becomes my blood, gravity my bones. Until finally... solace and forgetfulness, as the pain of her leaving fades away, that I might hold once more, the memory of love that never died

The only gods this road has ever known

The Only Gods this Road has Ever Known On a dark and lonely highway destination unknown the company I keep are the ghosts of the open road trying to outrun the sins left far behind laying scattered across the center divide Rock music, burning oil, and wind are the only gods this road has ever known Rings all burnt and head gasket blown sleeping in the back and pumping gas working for money pretending to be people the waitress at the diner sleeping with me Jesus honey, go take a shower you reek of engine oil and gasoline The waitress got fat with our second son the owner gave up and gave me the station I never did stop reeking of gasoline but when there's time I close up early and we take on the open road just my waitress and me pretending we're free With rock music, burning oil, and wind are the only gods this road has ever known